Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, July 28, 1915, Page 7

BHE: Nell Brinkley Says: WEDNESDAY, { any winning? .Does That always waxes and-wanes, see-saws and struzgles back and forth enc- | in Love, in interest, b )es: between the girl of lelsure and the girl who must tofl with brain, or ' sometimes with weary little hands and feet for the clothes that cover her brayve shoulders and the butter that goes on her bread. Who wins? Is there underfoot ? The Man Who Was By DOROTHY DIX. “I marrfed a second time,” sald the man with the tired eyes, “because I could not live without the love of a ‘woman. “I am one of the |few unfortunate men who have ibeen mated as well 'as marriea My |first wife and I knew perfect com- |panionship. For over thirty - five |years we worked \together and play- led together, we sorrowed and joyed together, un- til we came liter- inlly to be & single \soul “When she died my world fell in Iruine about me. [For a long time I was 8o stunned with grief that I was hardly conscious of what 1 did or what happened to me. I {went through the ordinary affairs of life, 'ate and slept and dressed, and attended {to my business like a person im a black ‘dream, and then, as time wore on, little |by little I began to wake up and get my besrings. “I found out first that I was horribly uncomfortable physically. My wife had taken care of my bodily comforts so long that I was as helpless to look out lfor myselt as a baby. I couldn't keep up with my clothes. “But above all else I found that I was starving for the tenderness, and sym- 'pathy, and comprehension of a woman. There are men's men and women's men. 'There are men who find their only true companionship among men. They only care for women as either playthings or firudges. They never talk to women ex- cept an trivial matters. When they talk gbout the things that reelly grip thelr souls they talk to & man. “There are other men who find no real companionship in thelr own sex. They bre shy and reserved before other men, ®nd only a woman's touch is light enough Ro open the secret doors to thelr souls, hind which le hidden thelr real houghts and beliefs and aspirations. “I was this kind of & man. Most men bored me. I cared nothing for the sports r the vices in which the majority of n find their diversion, and which form Rhe principal toplc of club room conver- tion. I could no more have talked to ther men about the things that were Bacred to me than I could have buflt an Bitar in the public street. ‘“Those who have never known the joy [of & real companionship of man and |woman in which mind answers to mind, jand sympathy to sympathy, and in which levery Interest is in common, seem to pet along very well without it. They' Why I Married a Sfiecond Time Why He Took Another Mate. : : : : Happily Wed Tells develop a stoical melf-sufficiency that makes them equal to their own need just as people who live in arid nm] stertle lands develop the ability to exist on a small amount of food. | “Of what use to struggle when there | was no one to cheer you on or care| whether you sank or swam? What sweet- | ness in success if no woman gloried i, | your victory? Of what avall to tofl for money when there was no woman to lavish it on? How the zest went out of | everything in life when there was no wife | to tell it to, to talk it cver with, to sym. pathize with your part in it. “I am no fool. I knew well enough that the glory and the rapture of such a love and such a marriage as mine had been cannot be repeated. I knew that I could not hope that heaven would send me a second wife such as my first had been, and I knew, sadly enough, that the best of me was burfed in my wife's grave, and that I could not give to an- other woman the love I had given to her. “Nevertheless, I determined to marry again. If you are perishing of thirst you do not demand to slack it on vintage champagne. If you are dying of hunger you grasp at a crust instead of insisting upon feasting on cake. “A wife would give me companionship for my loneliness, and an object in life, and if the new love could not cure the ache left by the loss of the old one, it would, at least, be a palfation. “And so that is why I, who loved| Ereatly my first wife, and whose first marriage was full of great happiness, married a second time." = = — Household Suggestions When froning rub your iron to clean it an a piece of brown paper sprinkied with rough salt When cooking peas pods in the pot taste sweeter. Ays put a few @s they make the peas Tinned and bottled frults should be kept In the dark Fine cotton s better than silk for mending gloves. Herbs for drying should be picked early in the morning, and just before the buds upen. Cedarwood dust scattered on the range &ives & pleasant odor and nullifies cook- ing smelis. P New tinware will never rust if rubbed with fresh lard and baked in the oven be- fore use. A little piece of cotton wool in glove tips prevents holes being rubbed by the finges nalls. it just depend on the girl? appreciation, affection of any sort? JULY 2¢ Who-holds the highest hand Which side stands conqueror at the dreamed-of end, whila Love turns down his thumb for the one Which one fills best the definition of the soft word Woman? | I asked two cynics, Two with long faces and wise looks—two men who 1015, Read It Here—See It at the Movies By Gouverneur Morris and Charles W. Goddard Ospyright, 1915, Star Company. Synopsis of Pevious Chapters. After the tragic death of John Aines: bury, his prostrated wife, one of Amer« ica's greatest beauties, dies, At her death Frof. Stuilter, an agant of the interests kidoaps the beautiful 3-year-old baby 8hl und brings her up in & paradise where she no man, but thinks she is taught by angels who instruct her for ber inisslon eform the world, At the age of v suddenly thrust into the world where agents of the interests are ready to pretend to find her. Fifteen years later Tomuiy goes to the Adiroudacks. The interests are responsi- bie for the trip. By accident he is the first to meet the little Amesbury girl. as she comes fortn trom her paradise as Celostic the giil from heaven. Nelther Tommy nor Celestia recoxnizes each other. Tommy tinds it an easy matter Lo rescue Celestia from Prof. Stlilitet and they hide in the mountains; later they are pursued by flmllua lu:d nu.?e to an island where tney spend the t Tommy's first Wm was to get Celestia After they leave away from Stilliter. Bellevue Tommy 18 unable to get any hotel to costume. father to later he persuades his When he goes out he falls but escapes and goes to live with v tam- lly by the name of Douxlas. b thetr son Freddie returns home he finds right in his own house, Celestis, the girl for which the underworld has offered & re- ward that he hoped to got. a secures work In a large gar- But ment factory, where & great many girls are employed. Hére she shows her pe- culiar power, and makes friends with all ber girl companions. By her talks tp the girls she is able to caln & threatened strike, and the "‘boss’” overbearing her ls moved to grant the relief the girls wished, and also to right a great wrong he ha done one of them. Just at this point the the work factory catches on fire, furnace, Celestia room is soon a blasin refuses to escape with the other girls, and Tommy Barclay rushes in and oar- ries her out, wrapped in & big roll of cloth. After rescul Celestia from the fire, Tommy 1s n‘?a‘nu by Banker Barclay, who undertakes to persuade him to give the girl. Tommy refuses, und Celesiia 1:;4““ glm to wed her directly. He can Stilliter not do this, lf he has no funds. snd Barclay introduce Celestia to a co- terie of wealthy mining men, who agree to send Celestia to the colliurics. ‘The wife of the miners’ leader lnvolves Tommy in an escapade that leads the miners to lynch him. Celestia saves him from the mob, but turns from him and §oes to see Kehr. ELEVENTH EPISODR sald the stranger, almost n & whisper. ‘“There’s & woman in this town," Mrs. Gunsdorf resumed, “who'd be willing to lle down and let him tramp on her. No, I don’t mean Celestia. She likes him well enough in her namby pamby too-busy- to-think-of-love kind of & way. | mean take Celestia in owing to her | [ another woman with red blood in her)life that he does.” | veins, Well, she made all the row. | Crazy jealous she was, I guess. Her love | seemed to turn to hate, and she made out that he—oh, got too fresh with her, and yelled for help, and her husband and some friends came, and they was &olng to lynch Tommy Barelay, and him on & ladder with a rope around his neck, lwhen along she came—" “The woman? ‘The girl from heaven. And she talked and pretty soon she got hold of the woman and made her own up,'"” “Made her?’ “If you're fool emough to look in her eyes she can make you do any blame thing she wants you to do. But I've learned sense. I don't look at her eyes, and then I'm all right.” rumor that Mr. with & woman?" “No truth at all” The stranger made a small faint sound. It wasn't & word or a sigh or & murmur, Barcley got too fresh Mrs. Gunsdorf stopped abruptly, looked sharply at her companion and said: “You seem disappointed.” 17" “Yes, your* The stranger laughed nervously. They had halted just in front of the ‘Family Entrance to a saloon pointed." “Why,"” sald the stranger, a lamely, “I might be a friend of Mr. Bar- clay’s, and I might think that it would be better for him if he got over his fancy for Celestla. And a fancy for another person would prove that he had, wouldn't i “Are you a friend of Tommy Bar- clay?” After hesitation, the stranger said, “Yes' “So am 1" sald Mre. Guasdorf, “and that being #0, I guess we've got a talk coming to us. Let's go in here.” A moment later Mrs. Gunsdorf and the stranger, facing each other aocross a dirty table in a dirty windowed room that smelled of drink, and a bartender with an evll face had served them with a borrible mixture of whisky and water. Mrs. Gunsdorf gulped down a large mouthful with apparent relish, but for the stranger one small sip seemed to be enough, “We can talk straighter,” sald Mre, Gunadorf, “1f you'll lift that veil" The stranger hesitated, then obediently turn up the vell, and disckwed the regu- lar and beautiful features of Mary Black- stone. "I guess,” sald Mrs. Gunadorf, after a moment of admiring scrutiny, “we'll un- swallow the story about your being & re- porter. You're a friend of Tommy Bar- clay and you belong in the same walks of “And then there was no truth In the | but it seemed to mean something, for| lttle | | | “These are my maid's clothes,” sal 1o e | ehance?" Mary nodded. “Well, I'm Mrs. Gunsdorf. I'm the woman that tried to put him in Dutch." Miss Blackstone's eyes blazed with sud- den interest. “But you—you don't hate him any more?* “Me. 1 hate him the same you do. Neither more nor less. But I'll tell who we do hate, if you don’t know. We don't hate each other becanse he's passed us both us. We're both in the same boat. We hate her.” S have cause to.” My Gunsdort's shapely hand shot across the table, and Mary Blackstone clasped it for a moment In hers. “I've told you my name,” sald Mrs Gunsdorf. “I am Mary Blackstone.” “Gee!" exclalmed Mrs, Gunadorf, “but T thought she'd be dressed different, How do know you're not stringing me again?" | Mary. “T a1an’t want to be recognized Mrs. Gunedorf still looked & Ilittle doubtful. Ard Mary, smiling a little, touched the neck of her dress and dis- closed a string of pearls, each pearl per feot and not much smaller than a cherry. “I belleve you,” said Mrs Gunsdorf. |“But cover that thing up. You don't want anybody in Bitumen to know you've | g0t that” “I want to know why you're disap-| “It 1 lost it,” sald Mary, “and the right person found it, I wouldn't care.’ Bhe mpoke in a cold, deflant mort of way, and then fastemed her dress once more over the necklace, “You think,” said Mrs. Gunsdorf, "'that wasn't for her—you'd stand a “Don’t you feel a little that way, too, Mrs Gunsdorf? You are wonderfully #ood looking, you know, .and Mr, Bar- clay meems to have cast in his lot with labor. Tt looks as If you'd stand the bet- ter chance of us two, doesn't 1t?7" Mrs. Gunsdorf shrugged her shoulders. “We couldn’'t stand any less chance than we do now, And the oftener he sees ler, the less that chance gets.'” “If she really comes froma heaven—' ““The quicker she goes back the better™ Mary laughed a cold little mugh. it be the one to hold her back rta " * sald Mrs. Gunsdorf, “if she went 1o heaven, and any one in this town had & hand in sending her, and got found cut'’—she shuddered—"that person would be torn to ribbons. “Where does she live?" “They've fixed tents for her and her party just outside the town. They call it “Headquarters of Oelestia—the Girl from Heaven' “Who s her party?” (To Be Continued Tomorrow.) have scorned to Judge any girl by the test of Love's favor! one breath, so that I could scarcely tell the answer of one from that of the other, they cried: “Well, the one that gets married the oftenest is (he} And, Ho-ho! In girl of leisure.” girl who toils. 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